Terrifying Improvement! A Spectacular Scroll!

Name: Ian Prince

Profession: Bloodline Warlock

Magic Power: Level 7 (Explosive transition in progress)

Skills: [Enlightenment of Wisdom (This skill cannot be upgraded)]

[Potions Mastery (Level 2) 23/200]

[Sectumsempra (Level 1): 5/100]

[Fear Curse (Level 1): 18/100]

[Corpse Control Curse (Level 1): 2/100]

[Runes Mastery (Level 1): 14/100]

[Killing Curse (Level 1): 7/100]

[Lumos (Level 2): 3/400]

The information presented on the panel was as simple and intuitive as ever.

Aside from the series of spells Ian had learned either through self-study or instruction, two changes had occurred on the panel. The first was the most conspicuous: his magic power level.

My magic power level has actually jumped up by three whole levels!

Ian had fully grasped what it meant to possess legendary power.

The Golden Apple.

A magical fruit mentioned in both ancient Greek mythology and various fairy tales, it actually possessed the powerful effect of directly increasing a wizard's magic power level!

Level seven magic power!

A leap of three full levels!

And this didn't even represent the limit of the Golden Apple's gift!

"Explosive transition in progress..."

No matter how one looked at it, the suffix description on the system panel indicated that the magic-boosting effect of the Golden Apple could still push Ian's magic power level even higher.

As for exactly how much higher it could go, that was something yet to be known. Perhaps one level, perhaps two; regardless, this was undoubtedly an unimaginable benefit.

One had to understand.

Most young wizards only experienced a slight increase in magic power as they aged following their first burst of magic. Aside from the Elder Wand—which most considered a fairy tale and only a few knew the whereabouts of—the wizarding world had almost never heard of anything capable of increasing a wizard's magic power.

Even the powerful and incredible Philosopher's Stone could not bring about an increase in magic power for its user. It could be said that a wizard's innate magic level almost entirely determined their future.

In such an environment, Ian truly had not expected that the so-called Golden Apple would possess the peculiar effect of changing that "predestined fate."

It truly is worthy of being the main ingredient for brewing potions that can reverse life and death!

He began to understand why the Golden Apple had gone extinct.

Perhaps even if Professor Mara hadn't cut down the last Golden Apple Tree, such a treasure would surely have vanished in later ages. Well, perhaps it was extinction, or perhaps something else entirely.

Pandero has truly sent me an incredible gift. Next time I return to Limbo, I should prepare a return gift that he might like.

Ian felt sincere gratitude toward his friend from Limbo. He picked up the wand resting at his bedside, feeling the presence of his magic power more clearly than ever before.

"Fire..."

Ian had just wanted to test the weight of the magic power he now possessed, when he suddenly realized he was inside a wooden cabin.

The bed he was sleeping on was also made of wood.

The wizards of the wizarding world probably weren't particularly well-versed in fireproof lacquer, were they?

That was close! Ever since swallowing the Golden Apple, Ian's mind had become incredibly clear; this was likely the effect brought about by the [Enlightenment of Wisdom] skill.

It was the only skill Ian had ever seen that could not be upgraded. It was also a gift from the Golden Apple, and its effect was to bestow upon Ian a state of constant rationality.

Yes.

It wasn't a power that granted Ian extraordinary wisdom.

It simply allowed Ian to better utilize the wisdom he already possessed, ensuring he wouldn't be affected by negative emotions in most situations, while also significantly increasing the efficiency of all his learning.

Perhaps it could be considered a low-profile version of the [Diadem of Ravenclaw]. As a passive ability brought by the Golden Apple, this skill was equally breathtaking in its effects.

"Lumos!"

Ian switched to a more common spell.

The next moment, accompanied by a surge of magic power as torrential as a flood, a light source ignited at the tip of his wand. The boundaries of the light expanded silently, and the entire quiet cabin was illuminated in an instant.

Bright and brilliant.

It was far more magnificent than the light that had previously only been able to illuminate a single room.

"No! I have to go try out a more powerful spell!"

Ian was so stirred by this immense improvement that he scrambled out of bed in the middle of the night wearing nothing but his boxers, slipped on his homemade flip-flops, and "clack-clack-clacked" his way out of the small wooden cabin.

The night sky hung low.

Everything was silent beneath the stars.

Ian gripped his wand and aimed it at the clearing.

"Incendio!"

This was the only legal offensive spell Ian currently mastered.

As he used the incantation to link the magical circuits, a burst of sound erupted, and a roaring flame surged from the tip of his wand like a tidal wave.

"Not enough!"

Ian felt a sense of ease and surplus; he increased the output of magic flowing through the circuit. Consequently, tongues of fire danced, raging under the night sky like a surging dragon.

The firelight shone upon Ian's face, his expression one of excitement and fervor.

"The magical circuit limits the output of magic, but if I were to slightly alter the structure of the circuit and add a few more channels for the magic to flow through..."

Following his explosive growth in magical power, Ian could clearly perceive that the magical circuit for [Incendio] had a cap on its magic output channel.

Carried by his current excitement and the clarity of his mind, Ian carefully began to attempt to add magic channels to the [Incendio] circuit.

"I cannot let the framework of the magic be affected in the slightest, otherwise, it will only result in a magical collapse." After several consecutive attempts, the tip of his wand only sputtered out bursts of fire that looked like retching.

He had a sudden realization.

"As soon as a channel is established, the framework of the magic is inevitably damaged; this seems to be an unsolvable problem..." Ian tried again, only to be met with failure once more.

The "retching" of the firelight lasted a bit longer, which might have been decent if viewed as fireworks. However, this was clearly not the effect Ian wanted to achieve.

"Perhaps..."

Ian gripped his wand, his brain spinning wildly.

"I shouldn't be thinking about adding magic channels to the initial circuit."

"Perhaps the moment the [Incendio] circuit is about to complete is the most stable and fleeting opportunity!"

A flash of insight!

Ian raised his wand once more.

"Incendio!"

The magical circuit stabilized under the influence of the spell.

And just as the magic was about to brew.

"Now!"

Ian seized the possibility he had glimpsed.

"Hiss!"

The flame, which had originally been like a long snake, suddenly surged as if doused in gasoline once the magic channel was expanded, and a surging blaze was birthed from the tip of the Elder Wood wand.

"Boom!"

It was practically an explosion!

The sky-high flames illuminated the entire field, sweeping out in all directions—the scorching heat wave seemed ready to completely devour everything in its path!

"Oh no!"

Ian had never expected such terrifying power.

He couldn't help but panic.

The giant wave of fire surged and tumbled; the fences, the trees, and even the small cabin where Snape had placed Ian all seemed destined to be reduced to ashes in the blaze.

"I'm done for!"

Just as Ian searched every corner of his little brain, only to think of summoning a horde of corpses to hurry and carry water to put out the fire.

"Truly brilliant, absolutely delightful to behold, this is really..." A voice filled with wonder rang out, and an old man in white robes walked up the cobblestone path.

"Hall-of-fame level creativity."

He raised the ancient wand in his hand and gave it a gentle wave.

And then.

It was as if everything happening at that moment had been forced to hit the stop button.

The heat, the flames, the burning earth and house.

Everything.

Came to an abrupt halt.